Chapter 428 Who Could Have Called Him?


"I mean it, I'm not messin' with you," Alaric said, dead serious. "Harry, you've got this gift, so why not use it? I wanna know about Tommy's past and all that jazz. If you can dig it up for me, I'd owe you big time." Harry was hesitant. "Dad, are you for real?" Alaric's face was all business, but was this even legit?

"Dad, isn't this like, illegal? We can't do this," Elisa said, all worried.

"This ain't illegal; we're just serving some justice. We're nabbing the bad guys, just using a different playbook," Alaric tried to convince them. "We're the good guys here, just with a twist." The kids exchanged uneasy glances, feeling their moral compass spin.

'You grown-ups are so good at twisting things, always double-talking,' Harry said, still uneasy. "Dad, you're not gonna make me do this and then throw me under the bus, right?"

"Come on, I'm not that heartless. You're my kid," Alaric pressed. "So, you in or not? Your mom's almost done with her bath."

"Seems legit," Elisa said, still unsure.

"Yeah, second it. Just do it, since Dad said so," Caspian chimed in.

"Alright, I'll be the hero, busting bad guys and all. I'll start tomorrow night," Harry decided.

"Fine, but don't let it mess with your schoolwork, and keep it on the down-low from your mom. And seriously, don't push it. You're still kids, even if you're smart. Leave the heavy lifting to us adults, got it?" Alaric advised. "Got it, Dad. We'll run everything by you first, no solo missions," Caspian said, looking down.

"Same here," Harry added.

Elisa quickly

it's

Alaric alone. He turned back to the surveillance

his phone confiscated by Stellan, he had no clue how he'd survive the next four months. Harry had rigged

Ambrose and Tommy 24/7, he could still keep tabs on their moves at Far

Far East International, Alaric shut down the computer and

to the bedroom together. Once in bed, Alaric asked, "Galatea, did you tweak

another shot the day after tomorrow. The gap's too short, and the side effects will be rough." Alaric tried to soothe her, "I'm good today. A shot the day after tomorrow is fine. It

before. After that bad relapse, do you know how weak you are now? Even once

week. No biggie," Alaric said, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, babe." "You're the one going through it," Stellan said softly, snuggling into his

shrugged. "I'm a tough guy; I can handle it. Let's

whispered,

his arm around her waist. "Good night,

tangled up in each other, feeling all warm and cozy. It was one

their routines. Cormac hit up the authority again, but still no

me an answer by this afternoon, I'm

was the deadline. If they

got another treatment tomorrow, so I'm really swamped," Stellan said

shot tomorrow? Didn't he just

wanted to change it up. Maybe he's still stressing about Josep?" Stellan explained. Cormac thought, 'Messing with his treatment schedule? He must

choice," Stellan said, feeling

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